#hola georgie

[theyluvkarolina]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓

Part 2 of `` 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 ``

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` when you know, you know. ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ Being in love with your friend is the best! Until your wort dream comes true. However, there might be hope after all.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ lando norris x friend!reader (one-sided love), carlos sainz x fem!reader

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 ୨୧ none!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ angstish…? (fluff for reader now!), sex jokes (i’m sorry I couldn’t help myself), GOOGLE TRANSLATED SPANISH!!

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 ୨୧ Margaret - Lana Del Rey

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ Pt 2 is done! i love carlos and i stand by the fact he types emojis and uses them like a mom. also, oml, the amount of photos here is actually insane 😭😭

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username1 get lando OUT of the likes 💀

username2 men have the absolute audacity

username3 imagine losing your friendship and treating a sweetest girl like shit. isn’t me but it is lando and Ex-Bsf/N 🤷‍♀️

lailahasanovic ✔︎ the hottest 😮‍💨

→ y/n.jpeg LOOK IN THE MIRROR 💕

lilymunihe ✔︎ she’s my gf guys!!

→ alex_albon ✔︎ uhm… i’m right here → lilymunihe ✔︎ and? → alex_albon ✔︎ wow. → georgerussell ✔︎ imagine your gf getting stolen by her own friend 😂 → y/n.jpeg carmen is next georgie boy. → carmenmundt ✔︎ 😳

(ex)ybsf_username wifey 🤍 🤍

→ y/n.jpeg ex-wife actually. → username4 TELL HER Y/N!! → username5 Y/N saying it how it is. → username6 ex-Bsf/N literally cannot read the room.

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y/n.jpeg girls night ❤️

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charles_leclerc ✔︎ still waiting for that pasta recipe 😓

→ alexandrasaintmleux char, i think there's a reason y/n isn’t giving it to you… → charles_leclerc ✔︎ what does that mean?! → alexandrasaintmleux i can’t say it i feel too bad 😞 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ @ charles_leclerc you’re a shit cook. → charles_leclerc ✔︎ wow. thank you max. 😐 → alexandrasaintmleux still love you! 🩷 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ …je t'aime aussi 🫶

username7 anyone know the resturant??

y/n.jpeg it’s Truffle Bistrot in Monaco!

username8 has anyone else noticed how carlos has been constantly liking her photos? like as soon as Y/N posts??

→ usernme9 I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE → username10 carlos will treat her right 100% → username11 better than lando ever would 😬

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y/n.jpeg ¡Hola Espana!

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carlossainz55 ✔︎ beautiful! 🤩

→ charles_leclerc ✔︎ 🤨 🤨

carlossainz55 ✔︎ although, madrid is a much better place in spain, I can give you a tour next time! 😊

→ username12 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? → username13 carlos making the moves??? → username14 HELP HE’S SUCH A MILLENNIAL → y/n.jpeg you say that as if you haven’t toured me around madrid when you were still at McLaren after the Spanish GP 🤔 → carlossainz55 yes but, it wasn’t just you and me 😉 → username15 AYO??? → username16 okay mr. sainz we see you → username17 he’s making the moves now that y/n isn’t crushing on lando 💀 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ this was the worst flirting i’ve seen since charles and alexandra. → charles_leclerc ✔︎ enough of this 😞

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y/n.jpeg first date kinda nervous 😵‍💫

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username18 HELLO???

username18 this was not on my 2024 calendar.💀

username19 bro lando is gonna be LIVID.

username20 girl said “you date my bsf, i date yours” 😭

username21 SHE’S NOT EVEN HIDING IT

carlossainz55 ✔︎ hermosa ❤️

→ y/n.jpeg says the one with the best hair ever 🥴🥴 → carlossainz55 you flatter me too much 🙃

username22 kinda living for them together.

username23 better than Lando 🤷‍♀️

username24 hopped from one driver to another… not a good look 😬

→ username25 and lando hopped from one bsf to another??? not a good look for him 😬 😬

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y/n.jpeg 🎙️ switching sides 🗣️

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carlossainz55 ✔︎ you look better in red ❤️

y/n.jpeg oh hush you’re making me blush 😣

oscarpiastri ✔︎ kind of offended at the moment…

→ y/n.jpeg whoopsies… sorry osc!! you are still my favorite driver that mclaren 🫶 → oscarpiastri ✔︎ favorite? I’m honored. → username26 probably her favorite for a reason 💀

username27 they weren’t lying when they said “everyone is a ferrari fan”

username28 that carlos photo is literally a jumpscare 😞😞

→ y/n.jpeg he might be a jumpscare but he’s my jumpscare 🫶

charles_leclerc ✔︎ please stop flirting in the garage I don’t need to see this.

→ y/n.jpeg quiet. last time i checked my bf didn’t post a tik tok with THAT audio. → alexandrasaintmleux okay! that’s enough information!

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y/n.jpeg when he can cook >>>

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charles_leclerc ✔︎ this feels very targeted 😓😓

→ y/n.jpeg maybe it is → charles_leclerc ✔︎ is my cooking that bad 🙁 → alexandrasaintmleux well… you definitely improved! :) → username29 HELPPP ALEX 😭😭 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ @ alexandrasaintmleux who are you and what did you do to my alex.

username30 1/2 ferrari drivers being able to cook is a world record

→ y/n.jpeg thank god i have the one that can!! → alexandrasaintmleux 😅

4 months later…

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f1 Carlos Sainz wins in Singapore! His first Smoooooth Operation in Ferrari! 🌶️ 🏁

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username31 smooooooooooth operatorrrrr

username32 AS HE SHOULD ‼️

username33 ferrari's only hope this season 😭🙏

username34 someone besides Red Bull winning??

y/n.jpeg my boy ❤️

→ carlossainz55 mi amor 🫶 → username35 stop it they are so cute → username36 "my boy" 🥲 → username37 I still remember when lando was "her boy" 😕 → username38 lando is the past. Carlos is Y/N's present and future. leave Lando back.

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username39 ew a ex-Bsf/N sighting

username40 this did NOT eat

username41 i don’t want to see ex-Bsf/N bazongas 🙁

→ username42 BAZONGAS 💀💀

username43 i love the fact no one on the grid or the wags BESIDES ex-Bsf/N liked this post 😭

username44 as they should tbh 🙏🙏

username45 HE-HE-HELL NAH 🗣️ 🔥🚨 🔥🚨 🔥🚨🗣️‼️

mclaren ✔︎ 😬

→ username46 EVEN MCLAREN DISAPPROVES

(ex)ybsf_username my boy ❤️

→ username47 I KNOW SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. → username48 NO WAY SHE TOOK Y/N NICKNAME FOR LANDO NOW TOO…

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username49 MISS GIRL.

username50 WE DID NOT NEED TO SEE THIS

username51 THE CARLOS CRUMBS

username52 CARLOS CRUMBS??? THE Y/N CRUMBS ARE INSANE

username53 THIS IS DEFINITELY A CLAP BACK AT THE LANDO POST 😭

charles_leclerc ✔︎ ENOUGH OF THIS.

→ carlossainz55 is it wrong to show a certain someone what he’s missing? 😅 → charles_leclerc ✔︎ NOT AT ALL BUT NOT LIKE THIS

lilymunihe there are kids here 😕

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username54 no ex-Bsf/N?

username55 after the fight i’m not surprised about a no ex-Bsf/N post 😬

username56 FIGHT???

→ username57 you didn’t hear? apparently, lando never liked ex-Bsf/N and they started fighting about Y/N and what happened to her… it’s definitely a “holy shit” moment …

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[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Hola linda! I read that your request box is open so I wanted to ask for a little cute thing with my boy Bill Guarnere since there isn't enough fics 'bout him over here. Maybe something with a little bit of jealousy and pure fluff at the end??

Feel free to say no!♥️♥️♥️

“Here, I got another one for you - no. Don’t ask how I got it. Trust me - you don’t wanna know.”

Smiling broadly, you eagerly grabbed the chocolate bar from George Luz.

“Georgie, I-”

“No, no don’t thank me. You do enough for us. It’s the least I could do. ‘Sides, there isn’t nothing I wouldn’t do to get that smile on your face.”

George waggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a parting wink before making his way to the other men.

Glancing down at your hands, you admired the chocolate bar. George was always sweet to you- all the boys were. They made it all bearable, as much as it could be.

Biting your lip, you thought of only one person you’d like to share your treat with. Scanning through the trees, you tried to look for him - Bill. His eyes were already on you, a clear scawl plastered across his face.

He looked to be muttering under his breath. Your eyebrows furrowing you wondered what had gotten to him. Bill had a short fuse, you knew that. Still, you hadn’t seen him this riled up in a while.

You began making your way over to him. You knew the best way was to ease your way into it. Smiling, you plopped down next to him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Bill?” You called his sweetly. Your eyes looking to him for some sign he was listening. You could feel relax, if only for a second.

He grumbled at you. The action making you laugh.

”What?” He asked, gruffly. But his natural curiosity getting the better of him. He looked at you with a softer expression. “What’s so funny?” He asked once more.

“You,” you replied, simply. “What’s got you so upset?”

“Nuthin’, just-” He stopped gracing at you, before turning to look ahead infinity of him. “You sure you don’t wanna be with somebody else?”

You raised your eyebrows at his question.

He signed. “I just mean, I don’t know what I mean.” He scratched his chin, his eyes darting from you to something in front of him.

“Bill?”

“Yeah?”

“In whatever way you mean, the answer is no. I don’t want to be with anyone else. In fact…”

You gently placed the chocolate bar on his lap. “There’s no else I’d rather be with - or anyone else I’d rather share this with.”

Bill’s eyes glistened for a second, his gaze quickly shifting to the chocolate bar. He took it gingerly in his hands.

“Good,” he said, clearing his throat. He switched the chocolate bar to his other hand. His free hand reaching out to you, holding it securely. His calloused hand providing you with a new found warmth.

“Good,” you whispered back. Both of you smiling, not caring if anyone else noticed.

#well there it is! short but sweet. #thank you for your request and I hope you liked it! #bill guarnere x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #bill guarnere imagine #bill guarnere

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hola chick!

Don't write if this makes you uncomfortable, but maybe a fic on reader sneaking off to get drunk/high with the twins (her best mates) one Friday night, so sneaking out of their dorms to sit by the black lake?

Happy Hour

Warnings: alcohol consumption, a couple of curse words

~•~

"Ugh, what is this?" Y/N asked, staring at the unlabeled bottle.

"The guy in Hogsmede said it was Firewhiskey," George replied before taking a swig and nearly choking.

"More like rotgut," she eyeballed the bottle while Fred slapped his brother on the back. "I hope you didn't pay too much for this." She took a more tentative sip, wincing as it went down. They'd all be wasted before half the bottle was gone. "There's enough alcohol in this to kill a dragon."

Fred grabbed the bottle and upended it, his eyes bulging as he realized his mistake. Y/N and George fell over laughing when he started sputtering and somehow snorted whiskey out his nose.

"What the fuck?" He gasped, looking in horror at the amber liquid.

~•~

Y/N was right. About halfway through the bottle, they were well beyond tipsy, but none more so than Fred. Most people think George would be the twin who couldn't hold his liquor. Yet, that couldn't be further from the truth. Fred sat there, swaying in the breeze and babbling about how cool it was that he and George had the same best mate and that Y/N had two best mates that we're also best mates. At least, that was what they thought he saying.

"Hey Freddie," George said, waving his hand in his twin's face to get his attention. "Fred, look at me."

"Oh, hi George!" Fred grinned and waved.

George chuckled and shook his head. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He held up both hands, raising and lowering his fingers at random.

Fred squinted and leaned forward. After several seconds, he looked George dead straight in the eyes and, without a hint of humor or snark, asked, "How many did you start with?"

George and Y/N burst out laughing again.

"Ok, Freddie boy. No more alcohol for you," Y/N said, moving the bottle out of his reach and offering it to George, who shook his head.

"We should probably slow down if we're gonna get him back in one piece," he said, just before Fred yelled, "Holy shit! We need to go pet-petting!" And passed out.

~•~

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[you-moveme-kurt]

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«Georgie, Pennywise and the red balloon» Part II

Octubre de 2019

-¿Eso fue el intercomunicador?…—dijo Kurt señalando por sobre su hombro el ruido de “bip” que acababan de escuchar.

-Lo es…

-¿Quién puede ser?

-Tal vez Rachel con su disfraz horrible… —dijo Blaine tomando su outfit para distribuirlo en su lado de la cama tal y como Kurt había hecho con el suyo.

-¿Qué?

-No se quien es… si vas a ver… lo sabrás… —agregó haciendo ademán de comenzar a vestirse.

-¿Qué?… ¡no puedo salir así!… aún no estoy listo…

-Entonces iré yo… pero si es una fan y me ve así, te aseguro que…

-¡Bien!… ¡yo iré!… —exclamó Kurt abriendo sus manos con desespero, como si ya se estuviera imaginando a su esposo medio desnudo y acosado por su fanaticada.

-Gracias… ¡te amo!... —grito Blaine mientras comenzaba a ponerse su atuendo de Georgie.

-Si, solucionalo todo con eso… —murmuró Kurt tomando el “baby monitor” de Henry antes de salir de la habitación.

-¿Porque no dejas eso aquí?... —preguntó su esposo señalando el aparato electrónico.

-Porque si es una de tus fanáticas, tengo que arrojarle a la cabeza… —sentencio alzando su ceja inquisidora mientras hacia un gesto engreído con el hombro en alto, Blaine sonrió que encantaba y se quitó la toalla, Kurt se quedó unos segundos admirando aquello.

-Hola… —dijo tomando el intercomunicador.

-¿Señor Hum…el?

-¿Señor Jenkins?, lo escucho muy mal…

-Señor Hum…mel, una… per… a… su departa…mento…

-¿Una persona?

-Si, dice que su nom… es… Wi…  Schu… ¿lo conoce?

-No entendí nada… ¿hola?... —dijo Kurt moviendo el cable del intercomunicador.

-Perfec…le dir… que.. pued… uir…

-¿Qué?.. no… ¡Señor Jenkins!... ¿¡hola!?... —exclamó insistiendo en lo de mover el cable y colgar y volver a tomar el auricular unas 5 veces— ¿acaso dijo huir?... —se auto pregunto Kurt quedándose con cara de impacto, colgó el aparato y se paró en la puerta de entrada mirando por el “peephole” en dirección del elevador— ¡no puede ser!… —dijo al ver que quien salía del elevador no era otro si no que William Schuester —ahora entiendo lo de “Wi Schu”… —añadió riendo de su propio mal entendido, espero a que tocara el timbre y abrió la puerta— ¡Mister Schuester!... —exclamó esbozando una gran sonrisa.

-¡Kurt!… ¡vaya bienvenida!… —respondió el recién llegado estirando sus brazos para abrazar  a su antiguo alumno— ¿que hay con ese maquillaje?... —preguntó apartándose

-Halloween, tenemos un par de fiestas a las que asistir y unos cuantos pisos que recorrer pidiendo dulces…  ¿que hace aquí?

-¿Aquí en tu casa?

-No, no, por favor… me refiero a New York… ¿qué hace aquí?

-Bueno, Emma tenía un simposio de orientación escolar y me pidio que la acompañara… Dios… te ves genial…

-¿Dejando de lado mi cara extra blanca?

-Aun así… ¿como estas?

-Bueno… un momento, ¿donde estan mis modales?, pase por favor… —dijo Kurt dándose un golpe en la cabeza cuando se preguntaba sobre sus modales y apartándose hacia un costado de la puerta luego, para dejar entrar al recién llegado.

-Gracias… —dijo Will entrando como en cámara lenta— ¡vaya!… —añadió mirando todo— este departamento es inmenso… ¿hace cuanto que viven aqui?

-Nos mudamos hace menos de 6 meses, así que si ve algo fuera de lugar, es porque lo esta… —dijo Kurt cerrando la puerta.

-Pues es increíble…

-Lo se… estaremos endeudados hasta como el 2040, pero creo que vale la pena…

-Por supuesto que sí —respondió Will  quitándose la chaqueta y bufanda— ¿son dos plantas?... —preguntó señalando la escalera de la galería.

-Si, es un gran lugar, juro que si en un momento de vida me hubieran pedido describir mi lugar soñado, hubiera descrito algo exactamente igual a  este departamento… pase… —insistió Kurt apuntando  hacia la sala, tomo al ropa de abrigo de Will y la colgó en el closet inmediato a la entrada,

-Todo se ve genial…

-Gracias Mister Schue… —dijo Kurt caminando dos pasos tras su profesor de secundaria

-Te dije una vez que ya era tiempo que me llamaras Will..

-Y yo le respondo lo que dije esa vez… no creo que pueda hacerlo nunca… esa es la sala… —agregó Kurt indicando hacia la puerta vidriada.

-¿Un piano?... ¿cómo lo subieron hasta aqui?

-Varias personas, muchas cuerdas, poleas y todo lo que imagine…

-Es hermoso… —dijo Will pasando su mano por la tapa y por algunas de las teclas.

-Lo es… y vale su peso en oro… literalmente… —con esto Kurt soltando un poco de aire— ¿le gustaría algo?, ¿agua?, ¿un refresco?, ¿té?…

-Agua esta bien, gracias…

-Vuelvo enseguida…

-¿Sería muy atrevido de mi parte acompañarte?...

-¡Por supuesto que no!… la cocina esta por aquí… —dijo Kurt sonriendo y señalando donde dijera— ¿como esta Emma?

-Excelente, maravillosa como siempre…  ¿como esta Blaine?

-Excelente y maravilloso como siempre... —respondió Kurt abriendo la puerta batiente de la cocina.

-¿Esta?, ¿o esta en algún concierto?

-No, no, nada de eso… está preparándose como le dije  tenemos una fiesta de Halloween en la compañía de teatro e remos luego de pedir dulces con Henry…

-¡Verdad!, tu hijo… ¿cuántos años tiene?... — quiso saber Will moviendo una de las sillas para sentarse a la mesa con toda la confianza.

-Cumplió uno hace dos meses… —respondió Kurt sonriendo al pensar en su hijo mientras disponía todo para el vaso de agua.

-La mejor edad, cuando comienzan a darse cuenta de todo…

-¡Y a caminar!… —exclamó Kurt blanqueando un poco  los ojos…

-Y a ser más independientes…

-Eso es verdad… por dios, ya siento que se va a ri a ala universidad…  —añadió llevándose una mano al pecho como si una angustia repentina lo hubiese invadido, luego de unos segundos sigo en lo que estaba, y dispuso enfrente de Mister Schue  un vaso de agua, más una botella, servilleta y un plato, Will quiso reir de todo aquello pero se guardó las ganas, 

-Gracias Kurt… 

-Por nada… entonces… —dijo Kurt acomodando en la silla de junto— ¿como lo ha tratado New York?..

-Excelente, todo es muy diferente cuando vienes de turista y no con la responsabilidad de una competencia… 

-O vienes sin intención de quedarte, engañando a tus estudiantes… 

-O sin tener que volver a la hora porque tu esposa esta dando a luz…

-O sin Sue… —terminó pro decir Kurt riendo a la par con Will

-La mejor parte… —respondió  Will elevando un poco su vaso como si hiciera un brindis.

-¿Mister Schue?... —dijo Blaine apareciendo por la escalera de servicio, venía  ya medio vestido como Georgie Denbrough, jeans, un sweater cuello de tortuga azul y botas para el agua negras.

-Dejame adivinar… ¿Georgie?... —preguntó señalandolo mientras se levantaba para saludar.

-Exacto… —contestó el aludido  bajando los dos últimos peldaños de un salto, se acercó a su otrora maestro y lo saludo con un abrazo— ¿como estas Will?... —añadió  apartándose, Kurt sintió que le daba algo al escucharlo decirle Will y no Mister Schuester..

-Muy bien, excelente… ¿tu?... vi algunos videos de tu gira a Portland…

-Fue una gran experiencia en realidad…

-¿Buena supongo?

-Si, si. por supuesto… solo hubieron algunos detalles de organización y “combis” en vez de limusinas… —explicó mirando a su esposo y sonriendo con él de manera cómplice cuando mencionaba lo de la “combi”.

-Una historia que me gustaria oir sin duda, igual que la tuya Kurt y tu nominación al Tony de este año… ¡vaya vida que están construyendo aquí!... siento un orgullo que tal vez no debería…

-Puedes y debes… — dijo Blaine dándole unas palmadas en la espalda— ¡que haces en New York?

-Emma esta en un simposio y aproveche de colarme… por así decirlo… —explicó Will volviendo a sentarse…

-¡Genial ¿como esta Daniel?, mejor aún… ¿como esta Mckinley?

-Perfecta… es casi como si hubiera sido su destino convertirse en una escuela de arte… hemos ganado o quedado en segundo lugar en la mayoría de las competencias…

-¿Sam aun sigue a cargo de “New Directions"?..—pregunto Blaine sentándose al lado de su esposo

-Sigue y es un gran coach…  en fin… —dijo Will dando un aplauso como si lo necesitara para ordenar las ideas en su cabeza— a lo que vine…  se que son unas personas muy ocupadas pero, me gustaría hacerles una invitación… 

-¿Invitación?... —dijeron ambos al unísono al tiempo que intercambiaban miradas.

-Si, resulta que hace poco le mostré a Daniel el video que grabaron para mi… ¿lo recuerdan?

-Por supuesto… —contestaron de nuevo al mismo tiempo.

-Pues bien, Daniel muere por conocerlos a todos, entonces con Emma pensamos en invitarlos a Lima para este Día de Acción de gracias… por su puesto si no tienen otros planes… —dijo Will mirándolos a ambos, Kurt y Blaine tambien intercambiaron miradas y decidieron casi mentalmnete la respuesta a dar. 

-La verdad es que no, buenos de hecho íbamos a ir igual porque mi Papá y Carole siempre organizan algo… pero creo que podemos ir  a ambos lados, ¿Blaine?

-Por supuesto, por supuesto que sí…

-Genial… eso seria genial… de hecho ya invité a Queen, a Artie y Tina y mañana veré a Rachel…  significaba mucho para mi y para Daniel que pudieron asistir…

-Cuenta con nosotros… —dijo Blaine alzando uno de sus pulgares, Kurt imitó el gesto su esposo y Will volvió a agradecerles por acceder a la invitación.

#klaine #escenas borradas glee #blaine y kurt #glee #klaine fanfiction

[officermaddie23]

Demonitius Sly’Tor’s children vs William Afton

@mellowwolflady uh oh Afton gonna get it

William Afton: Uh oh

Millie Fitzsimmons: hola sr afton le vamos a dar una paliza

Georgie: what she’s saying is we are going to beat the shit out of you

(Cue William Afton running away from the drachenvamprye kids)

#fnaf security breach #baldurs gate 3

[chaletnz]

Antigua to Cerro Verde, El Salvador

After enjoying the buffet breakfast of hash browns, fruit, bread and cake I walked down to get a flat white from Fernanda's. There was a precious little grey cat asleep on the counter and the coffee was top-notch! We all sat on the bus waiting for our driver Edwin to secure all the bags on the roof under a tarpaulin and listened to Emily and Georgi's crazy story about how they'd ended up going from a rooftop bar in Antigua to a house party in a dodgy neighbourhood where the police were called. The tale involved drugs and a BMW being driven at high speeds down the cobblestones at 6am to get them back to the hotel early this morning. I had actually heard them walking in shouting "hola chicos y chicas!" repeatedly. Walter intercepted Emily on her way to her room and warned her about the beers she was carrying in each hand and Georgi ended up having a complaint sent to Intrepid Travel's head office about her behaviour trying to sneak her British boytoy back in to her room. Georgi slept on the floor of the bus for most of the three hour ride to the El Salvador border. While we drove Walter told us about the Mayan history of Guatemala, which only remains here because Mayans and indigenous peoples in other countries were all murdered. Unbelievably Guatemalans of Mayan heritage were considered second class citizens until 1997 when they were finally given even rights and access to medical care. While literacy levels are improving throughout the country, the average ratio of public school students to teachers is 450:1 for the first 6 years of education. Only the best and brightest 20% make it to secondary school and even less into universities with scholarships. We drove through a lot of rural farmland as we neared the border and the fitting fact that 38% of Guatemalans rely on growing their own food source was shared. We exchanged our Guatemalan quetzales to USD while standing in the line at the border waiting for our turn to cross. It was hot and when I stood at the window to hand over my passport I could feel the air conditioning from inside the immigration officer's office on my hands. Once successfully in El Salvador Walter gave us a bit of backstory on the new El Salvadoran president who is cracking down on gangs and violence. He also changed the official currency to USD and Bitcoin to help the economy prosper. El Salvador looked more run down to me than Guatemala, without such beautiful scenery and more trash. The gas station toilet even lacked a door. Due to the American influence they seemed to make more effort with using English though - I saw a sign reading "car wahs". We were dropped off at a mall to buy lunch and groceries before we went to our campsite for the next two nights. I didn't wait around for the others and just headed to the food court to have a Pollo Campero sandwich meal. They took my order and gave me a receipt but didn't actually serve my meal. I figured out by watching the other people who skipped over me that I was supposed to hand my receipt to the person standing beside the cashier who would then build the order. I waited stupidly for ten minutes before giving him my receipt and them finally making it, all the while watching an obese family drinking their weight in coke and refilling while they waited for their orders. I took a table and ended up sitting with Boukje and Wout - the Belgian couple, British girl Jess, and Dutch girl Tyrza to eat lunch. It was a lunchtime-rush food court complete with screaming kids, lazy parents, and inconsiderate people leaving trays of rubbish all over the tables. We hit the supermarket to buy a few drinks and snacks and then our bus took us all to Tres Volcanes, a campsite in the Cerro Verde National Park near Santa Ana volcano. We were briefed on tomorrow's optional activity - a $45 hike up to the volcano crater, followed by lunch at the campsite, and then a trip out to the lake for the afternoon. The price tag was steep but there was nothing else to do around here so I was in. Our dinner was pasta, then a couple games of Uno and it was time for bed.

#Guatemala #Antigua #El Salvador #Cerro Verde

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 - 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ, ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ɢ!ᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx, ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴ��ꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: bobateaislifefr

"Fuck man, the coach is going to fuckin bench me for this one," I groaned, opening my locker. My best friend and teammate Georgie just smirked in amusement and leaned against my locker.

"Told yo, ass, you should have studied," she said.

"Perra te golpearé el culo" (bitch, I'll beat your ass), I sneered, but she just chuckled at me.

I closed my locker and was going to walk forward, but I grunted when I bumped into someone, making both of us fall to the floor.

"Watch where your fuckin goin!" I heard the slight country twang and looked up to see Barbra's little sister Carol.

I didn't know much about her, but since I was best friends with her sister Barbara, what I heard from her was that she had horrible anger issues and that she was notorious for countless fights.

And for some reason, she doesn't like me.

"My bad," I muttered under my breath. I got up on my feet and offered my hand, but she just got up herself.

"Get your damn eyes checked next time!" She snapped.

"You're the one with glasses, though," I said with a poker face.

"So? Your point?" She said she was crossing her arms.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Georgie. "Los blancos siempre empiezan algo" (white people always start something), I said, and she snickered.

"Bien" (right), she said.

"What the fuck are you saying?!" She snapped.

I chuckled and gave her a wink: "Nothing bad, have a nice day, four eyes." I walked past her, and Georgie followed right next to me. I could hear Carol let out a loud huff before storming off in the opposite direction.

"Y/N and Carol, please stay after class." I perked up in confusion and looked at Georgie, who just shrugged her shoulders.

After class, I walked up to my teacher's desk, and he gave me a raised eyebrow.

"Well, we both know that you are failing this class, and your eligibility check is next Friday. If you're not passing this class, you can't play."

I heard Carol snicker next to me, and I gave her a glare. "Fuck you laughing at four eyes?" She instantly stopped laughing and got in my face.

"Call me that again, and I'll knock your fucking teeth out."

"They'll just grow back, bitch!"

"Enough!" We both turned back to the teacher.

"Why am I even here anyway?" Carol asked.

"Well, if you would let me finish, I need you to tutor Ms. L/N for the rest of the week," he said.

"Hell no!" We both yelled at the same time.

"Por favor, asócieme con alguien más. ¡No soporto a esta perra de cuatro ojos!" (Please partner me with anyone else; I can't stand this four-eyed bitch!) I said, knowing he knew Spanish.

"Stop doing that Hola shit!" Carol sneered, and I just licked my lips and laughed.

"Ladies enough! Now, Carol, you are tutoring her at the end of the discussion," he said, and he waved us off.

We gave each other icey glares before walking towards the door frame, but I grunted when she shoved me aside and walked past me with a smirk.

I flicked her off and stormed off towards my next period.

The last period finally ended, and I was putting my books up in my locker before a hand slammed against the locker, making me jump.

I turned and saw Carol smirking at me.

"My house, 5:00, don't be late," was all she said before she turned around and left. I rolled my eyes and closed my locker before walking off to the gym for practice.

I pulled up to Carol's house and sighed loudly. I honestly did not want to be anywhere near her, but if I wanted to play, I knew I had to.

I got out of the car and knocked on the door. After some time, the door opened and revealed Carol's frowning face.

My eyes traveled down her body. She had on a black tank top and some plaid pajama pants. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Carol's fingers in my face.

"Eyes are up here, dumbass," she sneered and stepped aside, letting me inside.

We walked upstairs and made it into her room. I set my stuff down and sat down on her bed with her.

She looked like she was going to say something but ended up not saying anything, making the atmosphere tense and weird.

I looked at her face, and my eyebrows furrowed when I saw what looked like a small bruise under her left eye.

"Hey, what's up with your eye?" I asked, and she snapped her head at me and gave me a sneer.

"None of your damn business."

"You know Barbra is one of my best friends, right? So she tells me everything, especially about your dad," I said.

"What? He's a fucking asshole; you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that," she said, standing up from her bed and grabbing a pack of cigarettes off her nightstand.

"Does he hit you?" I asked, and following her movements, I noticed her shakily light the cigarette.

"Carol-"

"Shut up, and why do you fucking care anyway?" She asked, her voice slightly raised.

"Because my dad used to abuse me and my mom before he got killed due to his gambling addiction, I found the old bastard mutilated in an alleyway and had to have a closed casket for his funeral."

"Me and my mom didn't even cry; we were just finally happy to be free from it all. He always cheated on my mom and insulted me every chance he got about my condition," I continued.

Almost everyone in the school knew about me having female and male genitals; they thought I was transgendered for a split second, but that wasn't the case. I was just born with it; the doctor said it was one in a million, and I was that one.

Instead of me getting picked on, I grew popular from it, with everyone claiming me to be some'special person' or whatever the fuck that meant.

"He sounds like a prick," she said, blowing some smoke from her mouth. I walked over to her, took the cigarette from her lips, and took a drag myself.

"He was, and he's burning in hell right now," I said, blowing out smoke and tossing the cigarette out of the window without breaking eye contact with her. We were almost the same height; I was probably just an inch taller.

I looked down and saw her biting her lip while looking at me with a dark look but an expression I knew all too well.

Lust.

Within seconds, we pounced on each other, our lips crashing together. She wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing the exposed flesh.

I let out a short yelp when I felt her push me back onto her bed. She smirked and walked towards me, straddling my waist and pinning my arms above my head.

"Who's the four eyes now, huh?" She grinned, placing her hand around my neck.

I was in pure shock. I always knew nerds were freaks, but she was taking it to a whole different level.

"Still you," I said with a smirk. She growled and yanked my shirt off of my body along with my bra.

I watched as she grabbed the ends of her tank top and lifted it over her head, exposing her black sports bra. I felt myself get hard as I groaned, feeling her rock her hips against mine with a devious smile.

"You like that princess?" She chuckled, and I growled, giving her a death glare.

"I'm not a fucking princess." I sneered, like, did the tattoos and hairstyle resemble a princess? But she just chuckled, unbuckled, and pulled down my jeans.

"Wonder how big it is?" she said, gripping my erection very roughly through my underwear.

"Fuck! Don't do that!" I hissed in pain.

"Fucking take it," she said, pulling her pajama pants down. She got back on my lap, sat directly on my erection, and slowly rocked her hips.

We both groaned, and I grabbed her hips and pressed her down onto me more. She whimpered slightly and moved her hips faster.

Feeling our private parts rubbing against each other with the small cloths of our undergarments blocking us from feeling our skin against each other.

"Shit," I muttered when she took one of my breasts in her mouth and tugged on my nipple. I hissed and gripped her hair when her hand inched into my undergarments and stroked my erection.

She made a long lick down the valley of my breasts and gave me a teasing smile as she pulled the last of my clothes from my eraction, springing out of its tight space.

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw what she was looking at.

"You don't have to if you want."

"No, it's fine; it's just my first time actually, um, seeing one." She muttered in embarrassment, her face slowly turning a light shade of red.

I smirked and decided to take advantage, and I grabbed her chin roughly. She groaned in surprise.

I yanked her back onto my lap and flipped us over, much to her shock.

"You'll be screaming my name once I'm inside of you," I whispered into her ear. She gasped and looked at my smirking face with widened eyes.

I reached for her bra, but she quickly covered her chest. "Wait! Can I keep it on? I'm not really ready to show that part yet." I was quick to remove my hands, and I nodded my head.

"Of course, whenever you're ready."

She gave me a faint smile and leaned in, slipping her tongue into my mouth and connecting it with mine, gripping my hair roughly as they swirled around fighting for dominance.

She moaned into my mouth, her fight slowly breaking.

We pulled away, and I slowly pulled her panties down. I could hear her breathing slowly picking up when I hooked her legs onto my shoulders.

I planted kisses on her inner thighs. She bit her lip and looked down at me with a glare.

"Fuckin get on with it," she groaned angrily. I gave her a smirk and gave her clitoral area a long lick. She yelled and jumped a little.

I gave her another lick and started going into a constant rhythm, making sure to hit the deep points. She moaned loudly, her lead leaning back and her hands gripping the pillow above her.

"Oh yes!" She squealed, gripping my hair and forcing it closer.

I pulled my head away, and she gave me a confused look.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, breathing heavily.

"Because I want you to cum while I'm inside," I said, leaning over her.

Her fave seemed to contort to lust and nervousness. "Just be careful," she muttered, opening her legs wider.

"I'm going to open you up a little bit," I said, and she nodded. Even though she was extremely wet, she was still pretty tight.

"Wait, have you ever been fingered before?" I asked, and she just shrugged.

"Only my own, if that counts?" She asked, looking up at me with her large, dark brown eyes. I don't know why that turned me on even more, but it was just that fake innocent look in her eyes that got me.

I slipped one finger into her, and she let out a soft moan. I slipped another one in, and her back arched off the bed.

I pumped my fingers into her, making sure to expand her walls a bit more because she was very tight.

After a while, when she was more open, I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in. She cried out in pain, gripping my back tightly.

I groaned, feeling her walls close in on me tightly.

"It's ok, Care," I said, peppering her face with kisses.

I slid in more, and she let out a scream: "Fuck! Wait! Wait!" She whimpered, and I immediately stopped and waited for her to adjust to it.

She took a deep breath and nodded for me to continue, and I slid the rest of myself in. I gave her some more time to adjust before slowing and thrusting into her.

She whimpered, and her face scrunched up in discomfort. I pulled her into a kiss, and I felt her walls seem to open up more around me.

Her sounds of pain slowly transformed into sounds of pure pleasure as she moaned into the kiss.

"Fuck more," she whined.

I hummed and sped up my movements. She started panting heavily, and her head lulled back onto the pillows.

I raised her legs so they almost touched her chest and started roughly thrusting deep into her. She let out a loud moan, gripping onto the railing of her bed.

I moaned looking at her tits that were bouncing in her bra, and that made me groan and thrust harder into her.

She let out a slight scream, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

"Yes, fuck me, oh god!" She cried out.

I sucked onto the skin of her neck and planned on giving her a hickey, but she pushed my head away. "No hickeys," she whimpered.

I nodded and took a second to tie my long hair up into a messy bun before returning my pace, grunting under my breath.

Which I'm pretty sure was in the heat of the moment she lifted up her sports bra above her breasts, exposing them to me. My eyes widened, and I felt my climax come near just from the sight of them. They were smaller than what I was used to, but I didn't care.

I squeezed them in my hands, thrusting roughly into her, wanting her to cum before me.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, feeling her walls tighten around me and the sound of her moans getting louder.

"Wait! You didn't use protection!" She whined.

"My pull-out game ain't weak," I said, kissing her jaw and pounding into her.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She yelled, and I moaned, feeling her release around me.

My voices raised, and I quickly pulled out of her and came to her stomach.

I was going to say something but was caught by surprise when she forcefully flipped us over so that she was on top and sank down on me.

We both groaned since we were still recovering from our last climax. She didn't waste any time and started bouncing up and down her hands, squeezing my breasts.

We both moaned, feeling the pleasure flood right back into our bodies.

"Oh yeah," she whimpered.

I grabbed her hips and made her bounce faster. She moaned loudly, her jaw going slack, and her head tilted back.

I placed my hands on her back and made her lean down to my height so our breasts were touching, and I grabbed her ass with my hands and moved her lower half myself.

I pulled her into a kiss. Her mewls and moans were silenced by our tongues swirling together, but the sound of skin clapping and the bed creaking with our movements were very loud.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. She quickly sat up, and I stopped her movements.

"Care!" I recognized that it was Barbra.

I was going to say something but was silenced by Carol's lips slamming on mine and her roughly grinding her hips. I moaned at her aggression, kind of scared, praying that Barbra didn't hear, but the creaking of the bed might have guessed what was happening.

"What the fuck are you doing in there?!" Carol grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips, itching me to move her, and without hesitation I did.

The door opened, and I heard Barbra let out a loud shriek.

"Y/n!?" Me and Carol snapped our heads to the door, my face turning red in embarrassment while Carol gave her a cocky smile.

The cover was covering our lower halfs, and Carol was blocking Barbra's view from me with her back, so she didn't really see everything.

"Why are you fucking my sister?!" She exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Because I'm irresistible," Carol said, her smirk widening, and Barbra glared at her.

"You probably paid her," she said.

"Oh, please, and if I did, I know you're mad that I'm getting fucked better than you," Carol replied.

"Now can you please fuck off?" She sneered Barbra looked at me and gave me a pointed look.

"Were talking about this later," she said and slammed the door. We waited until we heard the front door close before we went back at it.

I let her be on top for a few more minutes before I had Carol on her stomach and was pounding into her from behind.

She had her face buried in a pillow, muffling her sounds I held onto her thighs and giving her ass occasional smacks, turning the skin a small shade of red.

She turned her head to the side, her sounds turning into heavy pants.

I leaned down, linking my hands with hers and hitting her at a deeper angle. She let out a loud scream, which made me believe I found her g-spot, and I started pounding into that certain spot.

"Oh yes! Right there! Don't stop!" she cried out, digging her nails into my hands.

I leaned down and bit down on the skin of her neck. Our sounds started to raise as our climaxes were approaching.

I pulled out of her and flipped her over before pushing back inside. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and continued my same pace, never slowing down despite feeling tired.

Carol's eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip as her moans increased in volume, and I saw her toes curling.

"Fuck yes, baby!" She moaned.

About a few minutes later, her legs came off my shoulders, and she made them touch her chest. For a girl who did zero sports, she was very flexible.

I wrapped a hand around her throat while using the other one to roughly rub her clitoral area.

"I'm going to cum!" She cried out.

"Fuck me too," I groaned.

And about a few seconds later, she said that she let out a loud scream as her arousal gushed onto my eraction, and I followed not long after quickly pulling out and cumming on her stomach again with a loud moan.

I plopped down next to her; our heavy pants were the only sound in the room.

She turned to me with that same cocky smirk. "I still don't like you," she replied, and I gave her the exact same smirk.

"Won't be saying that when I recover in a few minutes, be ready because you'll be going on the wall," I said, seeing her eyes widen.

"You wouldn't dare," she said.

"Oh, I wouldddd," I said, feeling myself get hard again.

#carol denning #lesbian #carol denning x reader #angst #carol smut #fluff #lgbtq #music #young carol #older carol denning #ashley jordyn #hennyrussell

[unstableunstraight]

My friend made this a while ago after an inside joke we had

And I now have a few IT peoples following me so

Has.

#it movie #it 2017 #pennywise #it meme #inside joke #photoshop #pennywise meme #hola georgie

[hiimholalate]

I dreamt I was the archivist and was plotting evil stuff while petting cats and also melanie and han jisung had a podcast in the forest for some reason???

#shut up hola #tma #I wasn't jon I was just the archivist #And I guess the podcast thing would make Jisung georgie??? Lmao

[darthwheezely]

HOLA QUERIDAAAAA i’m here to ask for a 💌 where georgie is totally head over heels for you but finds you super intimidating and has to work up the courage to ask you out pls 🥺

PRINCESA DE MIS SUEÑOS?! CLARO CLARO CLAROOOO

georgie the brave - g.w. hcs

george fabian weasley was a simp

stupidly

wholly

completely

balls deep in love with you

we are talking

singing in the shower

bouncing his leg at dinner

smiling when you walk in a room like the goddamn sun came up when you arrived

jesus, he worshipped you

and everyone...legitimately everyone knew

“George?”

“Fred?”

“When are you gonna woman up and ask her out already?” Fred leaned onto his hand nodding his head up at him, and George turned around to see you, head thrown back in laughter. You looked absolutely gorgeous, so enlivened by a joke being told. George flushed when you noticed him looking at you and gave a wave and small wink. You looked back at your friends, a blush stealing on your cheeks. Fred rolled his eyes and snapped at George.

“Oi! Romeo! I’m serious it’s bloody disgusting for a bloke to be sitting eating mashed potatoes and pining as hard as you!”

“I’m not pining, Fred, I don’t pine”

“Right so talking about girls named Y/N in your sleep and pretending your jumper is her when you’re sad and-“

“Alright, touché. So...what do I do?”

Fred pondered this for a moment. “Well, I usually talk to them and usually ask them if they’d like to accompany me to Hogsmeade. Or a study date. Or a Quidditch match. Mate, you’ve got loads of options just take one.”

george hated that fred was right

especially that he said george had so many opportunities

it’s not like he hadn’t tried to take them, he just kinda like

froze

like when he walked up to you and your friends and was mustering up the confidence to do it and he just

froze

and kind of blurted

“youlookreallyprettyinthatdressY/N”

and scurried back to the gryffindor table

fred damn near gave himself a concussion from the way his head hit the table in shame

but he had decided that he would actually take the leap this time

he, thank god, shared two classes with you

transfiguration and potions, again, thank god, neither with fred

he also knew that you tended to sit in a seat closer to the middle of the room in transfiguration, and that you never sat next to anyone

you hated being near the front where all the attention would be on you, but you didn’t like to be forgotten in the back

george found this painfully adorable and endearing but anyway

he had waited until you slid in your usual spot and raced in to slide next to you

“Fancy seeing you here, gorgeous” he smiled warmly at you.

“I should be saying the same thing” you turned around to look around you “although I’m probably not the one you’re referring to as gorgeous” you said sheepishly opening up your transfiguration textbook. You felt as if you were being watched and when you looked up at him, you realized he was staring at you blankly.

“You really don’t believe me do you?” He asked softly. You turned red, or felt yourself turn red and laughed uncomfortably, shaking your head. “You’re really sweet, but...it’s just weird to have someone like you talk to someone like me” he was so shocked, he began to open his mouth but regretfully so McGonagall began to teach her lesson

he didn’t pay attention to anything mcgonagall was saying

all he could focus on was the stunning woman next to him

completely enraptured by what mcgonagall was saying

“I meant it, Y/N, you’re...” he swallowed thickly. “You take my breath away, you’re beautiful.” He whispered.

You looked up at him then, solemn sincerity in his face. You could tell when he said that he wasn’t just referring to your beauty.

“Oh?”

He breathed out a laugh quietly, in this moment not looking to disrupt class. “Yeah, oh my god. Every day I get to be around you to turn me to a puddle, don’t you see that?” You shook your head and he nodded. Deciding now was the time to act

he raised his hand so mcgonagall could call on him

his older twin confused as FUCK that his BROTHER had a QUESTION in CLASS

“oh this is either a ruse or I’m dreaming”

“fred, stop saying your thoughts out loud it’s annoying”

“ope, sorry ang”

mcgonagall reluctantly called on him with a “yes, mr. weasley?”

George grinned and stepped onto the table that he and you were seated at, Fred’s jaw dropping and gesticulating wildly to Angelina who was sitting next to him.

“George, what are you doing?” You whisper shouted to him. He leaned down barely “I’m taking my shot, love” and winked

“Y/N Y/L/N you are the most kind, smart, gorgeous and all around most wicked sexy girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing” he said loudly, proclaiming it as grandly as possible. You were bright red, smiling wide into your book shaking your head at him.

“So?” You quipped, a giggle stealing the back of your throat

George laughed like a gasp, and said “will you do me the honors of accompanying me to Hogsmeade this Saturday?” He got off the desk and held your hand in his like he was proposing. The room stood still, girls and boys alike either rolling their eyes or saying “awwww” at the cuteness being exuded

“Merlin, absolutely” you breathed out, staring into his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Everyone around you queen clapped. Georgie was blushing and smiling like mad. Fred was WHOOP WHOOPING so loud Angie hit him upside the head

and then all was silent until

“well, mr. Weasley I’ll give you detention tonight then so you won’t miss your date”

A/N

***im so sorry if these are subpar, my mental health has been shot for the past 48 hours and it’s really hard to focus on doing what I WANT, which is writing. I love you guys so much and I promise to put out better content in the future

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley headcanon #George weasley #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon

[tudosisdecringe]

Georgie

Hola, soy Georgie y se pronuncia "yoryi", el cual es diminutivo de Georgina, mi segundo nombre. Antes pensaba que jamás usaría ese nombre o sus diminutivos, sin embargo me he encontrado en constante cambio.

Hoy, siendo Georgie, me di cuenta que me gusta mucho el sonido de las olas al chocar con las piedras y he notado que las olas dejan su huella en el mar que no son visibles con una mirada rápida, sino que si te tomas el tiempo de observar te darás cuenta que ahí están. Al igual que la arena, yo tambien tengo marcas que no se ven y gracias al mar, aprendí a observarlas en los demás.

Siendo Georgie me he dado cuenta de las inseguridades de muchas personas a mi al rededor y de algunas que se fueron hace tiempo lo cual me ayudó a entenderlas, estoy feliz por notar esas cosas, considero que soy una persona mas empática y mas analítica lo que me hace cuidar lo que digo y lo que hago con los demás.

Por otra parte, Georgie ha dejado ir a personas de su vida aunque solo le ha llorado a una pero entiende que está bien hacerlo, hay personas que necesitan estar separadas de otras para sanar y si deciden volver es porque ese nexo vale la pena.

Georgie no teme en expresar sus gustos y las luchas sociales que apoya y a las que pertenece, pero tenía miedo de que sus amistades actuales le conocieran por quien es ahora y se sintieran incomodas por dejar ir a Mirna y que tal ves no les agradara esta otra persona.

Siendo Georgie entiendo mas mis emociones y mis acciones y como estas afectan incluso a mi estado emocional, lo que me ha permitido el dejar de sobrepensar, que es algo que me tiene orgullosa.

Hay muchas cosas que quedan por descubrir y lo escrito aquí es solo una parte de lo encontrado hasta ahora pero soy Georgie y me gusta como soy. Mis amigos sugirieron que Gigi o Gina son lindos y les dejaré que me digan como mas se sientan comodos, pero yo estoy cómoda con que el nombre de pila sea Georgie, porque soy Georgie y ya no voy a esconderlo.

[treeofliferpg]

Consejos de escritura: Describir escenas inolvidables

Recordamos que el siguiente texto no ha sido redactado por el staff de ToL, solo lo hemos traducido para que pueda llegar a más personas. La autoría pertenece @michaelbjorkwrites. Podéis leer el post original en su  tumblr así como en este mismo tumblr bajo la etiqueta “idioma original”.

“Un bebé duerme envuelto en mantas en el escalón del número cuatro de Privet Drive. Tiene el pelo negro y en la frente tiene una cicatriz en forma de rayo.”

“La lluvia cae sobre las calles de Derry, Maine, y en la oscuridad de un desagüe pluvial, acecha un payaso con la cara pintada de blanco y una gran sonrisa.”

“Justo en las afueras del pueblo de Market Chipping (donde una sombrerera de 17 años está perdiendo su juventud), un gran castillo en movimiento navega por el horizonte.”

Un niño con una cicatriz en forma de rayo.

Un payaso asesino en la alcantarilla.

Un castillo que se mueve por el campo.

Estas son algunas de las imágenes que nos vienen a la mente cuando pensamos en historias icónicas como Harry Potter,  It,  Howl's Moving Castle y otras. Están encerrados en nuestros recuerdos, lo que ayuda a elevar su material original por encima del mar arremolinado de historias en competencia.

Tus historias pueden destacarse de la misma manera si aprendes a crear imágenes inolvidables.

¿Qué hace que una imagen sea inolvidable?

No creo que nadie pueda identificar todas las cualidades que hacen que una imagen sea memorabl, pero en mi experiencia, esas imágenes suelen ser:

Únicas

Disonantes

Emocionales

Prominentes

Única

Para que una imagen sea inolvidable, debe destacar, y eso significa ser única en el contexto del género de la historia y las historias que la rodean. Por ejemplo, hemos leído sobre muchos niños magos y algunos elegidos, pero ¿cuántos de ellos han tenido una cicatriz en forma de rayo?

Disonante

Parte de lo que hace que los lectores se sientan y presten atención es cuando hay algo extraño o incorrecto en una imagen. Las cicatrices, por ejemplo, rara vez tienen una forma particular, y mucho menos como un rayo. Los payasos ciertamente no pertenecen a los desagües pluviales (los payasos asesinos en sí mismos son un espejo disonante de lo que los payasos deben ser). Y los castillos no deambulan libremente por el cielo. Esa disonancia ayuda a captar y mantener la atención del lector.

Emocional

Para ser recordadas, las imágenes deben crear una reacción emocional que ayude a solidificar su lugar en la historia y en la mente del lector. La cicatriz de Harry Potter, por ejemplo, evoca varias emociones a lo largo de la serie, que van desde la curiosidad hasta la tristeza y una sensación de aprensión; el payaso en una cuneta provoca terror; y el castillo en movimiento de Howl inspira una sensación de asombro.

Prominente

Si una imagen aparece brevemente o no tiene importancia para la historia general, se olvidará fácilmente. Las imágenes memorables, por el contrario, tienden a aparecer repetidamente como piezas decoradas (como la cicatriz de Harry o el castillo en movimiento de Howl), o lo suficientemente cruciales como para ser recordadas o rememoradas a lo largo de la historia (como el asesinato de Georgie en el desagüe durante la tormenta, que inicia la trama de It y se convierte en una fijación de culpa para su hermano mayor, Bill).

Único. Disonante. Emocional. Prominente.

Hecho, hecho, hecho y… hecho .

Ahora bien, ¿cómo se escriben realmente este tipo de imágenes?

Consejos para escribir imágenes inolvidables.

Confia en tu instinto. Es útil tener en cuenta las 4 cualidades enumeradas anteriormente, pero al final, estas imágenes a menudo surgirán de forma natural a medida que escribes, guiadas por momentos de instinto e inspiración. Así que confía en tu instinto y adéntrate por los agujeros del conejo, incluso si (especialmente si) se vuelve extraño. Deja todas las dudas para borradores posteriores.

Escribe con especificidad. El lenguaje vago rara vez produce descripciones memorables, así que apúntate a sustantivos y verbos específicos. Esto aumentará tus posibilidades de tropezar con un detalle clave para elevar tu imagen.

No le des a tu imagen demasiadas campanas y silbidos que lo distraigan. Dale a tu imagen un punto focal claro. Por ejemplo, el punto focal visual de Harry Potter es su cicatriz. Tiene el pelo negro (de su padre) y ojos verdes (de su madre), que son detalles importantes, pero nunca compiten con la cicatriz. Si Harry también tuviera un aura mágica brillante, por ejemplo, diluiría la memorabilidad de la cicatriz, porque el aura lucharía por nuestra atención. (Piensa en el punto focal de su imagen como el detalle de la  tienda de campaña que describo aquí ).

No pongas todas tus esperanzas en una imagen. Como dije en el Consejo n. ° 1, las imágenes memorables a menudo surgirán de manera orgánica en lugar de intencionalmente, así que no temsa plantar muchas semillas. ¡Empaca tu historia con todas las imágenes extrañas, sorprendentes y memorables que te llegan! Luego, mientras revisas, decántate por lo mejor y recorta el desorden.

¿En resumen? Cuando intentes escribir imágenes memorables: sea raro, sea específico, da a sus mejores detalles espacio para respirar y trata de escribir un montón de imágenes memorables mientras redactas para aumentar tus posibilidades de encontrar una que llame la atención.

Ahora ve a escribir algo inolvidable.

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¡Hola! Mi nombre es Mike, y soy escritor y redactor con un MFA en ficción. Para obtener más consejos sobre cómo perfeccionar tu oficio y nutrir historias significativas, sigue mi blog .

#Tol #spanish rpg #rpg español #foro de rol #rol en foro #consejos #recuros #consejos de escritura #Describir escenas inolvidables

[dragonfruit-diaries]

Hi everyone this is my first ever tumblr post! My name is Georgie, I'm from the UK & I've been playing Choices ever since it popped up on High school story as a special quest...four whole years later here we are! I feel like I've lurked on here- being shy- long enough so hola! 😂

I decided to give VIP a go last week and played the first chapter of each new book to get a feel- I didn't know much about any of them beforehand. I went in to With Every Heartbeat thinking it was going to be the same sorta calibre as HSS:CA aka I wasn't expecting very much. Well...I was quickly proven wrong wasn't I?

I welled up at certain bits in OH and cried at the end of ROD but I have never sobbed like I did in the final chapters of WEH. It is such a beautiful, devastating life-affirming piece of writing- a confirmation that pixelberry can still write top tier books when they want to.

I don't want to spoil anything so all I will say is the characters- including our MC are a joy to spend time with. Their relationships are so well-written and multi-layered. I think everyone will agree that Dakota is one of the best characters put to paper by Pixelberry. The music deserves a special mention because I don't think I'm going to be able to hear 'A Thousand Cuts' in other books without blubbing.

Even though we know what is coming- I found myself slightly in denial as I approached the last few chapters- thinking somehow everything was going to be ok. I do feel the final chapter was rushed and should have been split in two. I also wish it had ended differently but as in real life, we don't always get the outcome we hope for. Our time here is so precious & I think the book captures that perfectly.

Despite leaving me a depressed blubbering mess - WEH really is an absolute gem in the choices catalogue and a massive return to form for PB 💜

#choices vip #playchoices #with every heartbeat #dakota winchester #pixelberry

[winryofresembool]

Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 10

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary:  Calypso meets Leo's family members.

A/N: Not much to say this time. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! There are a couple of very fluffy Caleo centered chapters coming up after this but then we'll finally get to see some drama too.

Don't forget that I love to read even the shortest of comments!!

Characters in this ch: Calypso, Leo, Jo, Georgina

Words: 2058

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / next chapter / AO3

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Calypso was in the middle of doing research for a university group project when the doorbell rang, startling her. The only people who used it were some fellow students living in the same building who tried to invite them to some event (Calypso usually politely declined. In her opinion there were better ways to make friends than loud parties where you couldn’t hear the others and they wouldn’t even be remembering you the next day). In that moment she wasn’t expecting any guests and Leo would naturally be using his own keys when he’d be back from wherever he was. For one, paranoid moment Calypso considered the option that her father had somehow found out about this flat, but then she decided to go see who it was because maybe Leo had simply forgotten his keys and someone had let him in, or something.

She sighed of relief when she saw an elderly dark skinned, short haired woman with a young, tall girl next to her. She was wearing denim overalls and a white shirt and the smile on her face somehow reminded Calypso of Leo even though the two of them weren’t biologically related. In her hands she was holding a leash that belonged to a huge German shepherd. They must have been Leo’s family members.

“Hello,” she greeted when opening the door for the newcomers.

“Oh, hello,” the woman answered, apparently slightly surprised to see Calypso. “Isn’t Leo home?” She tilted her head towards his room as if trying to hear the usual clanking of tools from there. “I’m afraid not, miss. He had to run some errands or something,” Calypso replied, adjusting the cuffs of her white shirt nervously.

“That’s quite unlike him,” the woman noted. “He’s never late when it comes to Festus. Anyway, I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Josephine, but you can call me Jo. I assume you’re Leo’s new flatmate?” she asked in the same breath.

Calypso extended her arm for Jo, hoping she wouldn’t notice her nervousness.

“Yes, I’m Calypso. It’s nice to meet you, Jo! Leo has talked a lot about you. And you’re probably Georgina?” she asked the girl.

“That’s me,” she nodded happily. “And we have Festus with us!”

“I can see that.” Calypso smiled back at the girl, letting the dog sniff her.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Jo interrupted. “I’m sure you’re not too happy with him after what happened the last time he was here. Leo told us all about it.”

“It’s… it’s OK,” Calypso managed to say. “If I’m honest, I was more annoyed at Leo than Festus back then. He was responsible for him, after all.” Then she realized the guests were still standing in the hallway. “Sorry, please come in. I’m sure Leo will be here soon if you told him you’re coming.”

Calypso showed the duo where they could leave their coats and then led them to the living room sofas where they could chat more comfortably.

“I hope you have talked things out, though?” Jo asked once they sat down, eyeing Calypso mildly worriedly. “He’s a good kid, just very enthusiastic about mechanics and good at getting distracted.”

“Hmm, yes, we’ve had a couple of good talks,” Calypso replied, but decided it was better to leave the other day’s brief handholding out of this conversation. After all, she herself wasn’t sure what to think of it. “I do also have to give him some credit for fixing the desk.”

“Sounds like our boy has done something right,” Jo said approvingly. “He’s… very different from what he used to be when we adopted him.”

“Really?” Calypso asked, curiosity getting the better of her. “What do you mean with that?”

“Well…” Jo started carefully. “I’m sure you know he’s still pretty restless, always going places, but back then he quite literally didn’t know what to do with himself. He had no plans and he was acting borderline suicidal, trying to drown his feelings in wrong ways instead of dealing with them."

“I didn't know…” Calypso started, but Jo stopped her.

“Before you judge him too hard, though, know that he did that because he had been through a lot and was screaming for help. Somehow we managed to give him that, and after a couple of months of living with us he was already doing a bit better and kept progressing all the time. We would trust our lives with him. He also refound his love for tinkering – her real mother was a mechanic too and he had learned a lot from her in his childhood – and decided that he wanted to follow both her and my footsteps. I know he’s embarrassed when I say this out loud but we really are proud of him.”

“That’s… that’s great,” Calypso said, a bit overwhelmed by this load of information. Not knowing what else to say, she decided to focus on Festus and scratch behind the dog’s ear. He seemed to accept her surprisingly fast.

“Look, mom, Festus lets her pet him!” Georgina pointed out to Jo. “Every time I bring friends home we have to tie him because he’s always a bit too enthusiastic with new people…”

“That’s right, looks like he really likes you, Calypso.” Jo nodded. “He isn’t usually this calm with strangers.”

“Maybe he doesn’t consider me a stranger anymore now that he’s already broken my desk,” Calypso attempted to joke.

“Hah, maybe,” Georgina chuckled. Calypso was finally starting to relax a bit among the new people when the group heard key sounds from behind the door and only a moment later Leo fumbled in with a lot of bags in his hands.

"Hola, Jo! I mi hermanita!" he said instantly when he noticed the newcomers. “Sorry I’m late, the traffic was murder. I swear, people are getting more and more idiotic with their cars every day…” He shook his head at no one really.

“No worries, Calypso has kept us company meanwhile,” Georgina said and let Festus run to his owner.

“Hi boy, have you been good?” he cooed as Festus ran and jumped around him excitedly. “Has Georgie remembered to feed you?”

“I so have, why would you even question that?” Georgina retorted back. “And I’m not yourhermanita, I will be taller than you when I’m older!”

“Georgie always likes to put me back to earth,” Leo addressed Calypso who had been following the situation with amusement. “You may be right but that doesn't mean it doesn’t hurt.” He said to Georgina then, clutching his heart dramatically.

“Drama queen,” the girl stuck her tongue out at him, only getting a chuckle and a head pat as a response.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” Calypso asked the guests, interrupting the playful banter. “I imagine Leo rarely offers anything but I have some juice and tea and even some pie in the freezer.” Leo gave her a side eye but Georgina was immediately tempted.

“Yay! Mom, can we please stay?” she asked, making some impressive puppy eyes.

“We need to go back home soon because I still have some chores to do, but sure, I guess we can stay for one cup,” Jo agreed and got an approving smile from her daughter. Before Calypso had time to go and prepare the snack for the guests, though, Leo pulled her to the side and asked:

“Uh, hey, are you OK with this? Festus staying here? I mean, I should have asked you first before letting them bring him here…”

“Yes, I want to kick them all out right now, as you can see,” Calypso answered sarcastically. “No, Leo, it’s fine. I appreciate your concern. Just keep him out of my room when I’m trying to do my assignments and we are good.” She even managed to give him a small smile.

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll try to do that,” Leo grinned back and let Calypso go back to getting her pie from the freezer.

…

“Wow Calypso, you’re good at baking!” Georgina announced after taking a few bites from the strawberry pie. “My moms have tried to teach me but I don’t think I’m very good at it… I always forget some ingredient or leave it in the oven for too long or something…”

“She’s her brother’s sister, I’ve always had a hard time following recipes too,” Leo noted. “But don’t worry, Georgie, I’m better at it now so I’m sure you can do it too.”

“Yeah,onii-chan, because if you can do it, anyone can.”

“Who has taught you to be so mean, miss Weeaboo?” Leo asked, but didn’t seem to actually mind his adopted sister’s words.

“Hmm, I wonder who,” Calypso interrupted, then turning Georgina. “If you want to, I can try to help you some time. If that’s fine with your mothers, of course.”

“We don’t have any problem with that!” Jo said reassuringly. “As long as it’s not too much work for you.”

“Oh, no, it’s not,” Calypso promised. “I haven’t found a new job yet so I do have some time after I’ve finished my university work.”

“In that case I’ll allow it,” Jo nodded. “Maybe Leo can take you with him some time when he comes home.”

Calypso had to consider that idea for a moment. She and Leo may have been flatmates but there was still plenty they didn’t know about each other and visiting the other’s childhood home (even if he had moved there only after turning 15) felt like taking the ‘next step’. And she had just met these people. But she had been the one to suggest baking in the first place, and when Georgina kept looking at her expectantly, she couldn’t deny the girl the opportunity.

“Yeah, maybe,” she replied, and Georgina’s grateful smile widened.

After that the group moved to other topics. Calypso told Leo’s family what she studied and Jo explained what she and Emmie did at the Waystation. They had a small farm and a mechanic business in the same space and they also fostered animals and even allowed travelers to stay a night in one of the wings of the big building. It sounded like a safe haven for those in need of a place like that and Calypso found herself more and more interested in seeing it with her own eyes.

Soon Jo and Georgina had to leave, though, leaving the flatmates alone.

“What do you think?” Leo asked curiously when Calypso started collecting the dishes.

“I think they’re great people,” Calypso answered a bit absent-mindedly. “You’re lucky to have found someone like them.”

She turned to see Leo’s reaction and to her surprise she saw a bit of hurt in his eyes.

“Yeah… Lucky…” he said, thinking about something Calypso no idea of. “But it was quite a hell-ish road there…”

Calypso remembered what Jo had told about his state before they had managed to intervene and also some bits and pieces she had gotten from her earlier conversations with Leo and his friends. He had been through a lot and she shouldn’t feel jealousy about his new family just because he had found some stability in the past few years. He understood what it felt like to have a broken family probably even better than she did…

Leo seemed to have picked on Calypso’s mood shift so he hurried to add: “But you know what they say? Mi familia es tu familia. You heard them; you’re welcome to come with me any time you’d like.” Calypso was still a bit hesitant about the thought of her going to Leo’s family home but after talking with Jo and Georgina, she had started thinking maybe it wouldn’t be that bad an idea.

“I’ll consider that offer,” Calypso said, smiling shyly. “After all, it would be a shame to disappoint Georgina!”

“Her… or me too?” Leo asked twinkle in his eye, which, to Calypso’s annoyance, worked better than it should have.

“Only her, of course,” she answered coolly. “Why on earth would I disappoint you? And a better question, why would I care?”

“No reason,” Leo grinned, probably sensing the hidden undertones in her answer. “Just asking.”

When the two of them split to continue their own chores, Calypso wondered in her mind if she had really promised that just for Georgina… or maybe a bit (just a little) for Leo too.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au

[mikrokosmcs]

hola  amiwos,  soy  georgie  les  aviso  que  estoy  dejando  asks  random  en  sus  inbox  porque  estoy  aburrida  pero  pueden  mandarme  a  tomar  por  culo  si  quieren,  mhwa  los  amo

#❛ ♛ the devil ╱ rambling

[cruzpedro108]

HOLA GEORGIE!

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